fellintoadejetedslouh.hesentasternlookathissuperior.“iwanttobeouttheremakinganatualdifferene.iwanttobedoingrealwork.”headdedaautious,“sir.”

gawainrobardsofferedharryaslightsmile.withaknowingnod,hesaid,“ifiguredasmuh,potter.that—uh—interviewyougaveathownd’screekwasaompletenightmare.”robardsgnedaroundhisdesk,eyedathikfolder,andreturnedhisgazetoharry.“you’veneverbeendeepunderover,i’dimagine?”

harryouldn’tstophimselffromsmiling.takingpolyjuieasahildtoinfiltratetheslytherindormitoriesdidn’tquiteount,didit?“no,sir.”

“ihearsotndislovelythistimeofyear.”

it’snot,harryfrownedashestaredathimselfinthemirror.orshouldhesay,edinburghwasn’tlovelyforhisalias,arhieeversworn.

helookedmostlylikehimself,themopofuntidybkhairashaphazardasever,longenoughtotiebak.buthisfaehadbeenharmedwithprosthetis,alteredtobequiteunreognizable.hisnosewasmuhwider,hisforeheadmorepronounedandmissingthesignaturesar.they’ddonesomethingtohisheeksaswell,makingthemfuller,moreroundedandlesseningthelineofhisjawsomehow.theministrytehhadinsistedonharminghiseyeolor,butharryftoutrefusedtoletthem.

“ibarelyreognizemyselfasitis!weanleavemyeyesastheyare,”heprotested.he’dturnedtoronforonfirmation.hisfriendhadjustshrugged.

“iwouldn’tgiveyouaseondgne,”hesaid.

harrypointedtothefrowningbteh.“see?”withrelutane,thebtehagreedtohisdemand,butinsistedhehangehisgssesfromthesignatureroundstothemorestylishwayfarersstlyhadbeenthevoalharmwhihhangedhissomewhatdeepvoietosomethingabitmorewhiny.